Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

When the three children reunited in the common room, Harry was so excited he was shaking and paced back and forth in front of the fireplace.

"Snape is going to get the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort... Voldemort is waiting in the Forbidden Forest... We thought Snape just wanted to make a fortune off the Philosopher's Stone..." Harry kept repeating his speculation.

"Don't say that name again!" Ron whispered in fear, as if worried that Voldemort would hear him.

Hermione appeared terrified at this moment.

This situation was not unexpected. The three of them originally thought that Snape was the mastermind behind all of this, but they did not expect that there was someone else behind Snape.

Voldemort.

A name that can be considered taboo.

The three of them were just young wizards who had only been in school for a year, and the name was obviously too heavy for them.

It's like having to fight Tyson in the ring after only one year of boxing training, or having to compete for headers with Ronaldo in the penalty area after only one year of playing soccer, or having to lane against Faker's LeBlanc after only one year of learning to play League of Legends...

They are not ready yet.

...

Sean, back in his office, had already crawled into bed.

Regarding the secrets hidden in the Forbidden Forest, he plans to go to the centaur tribe to look for relevant clues when he is stronger in a while.

Now, having worked the night shift, all he wants to do is sleep.

In my dream.

He dreamed of someone he never expected.

Helga Hufflepuff, one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

In her dream, she seemed to have even cooked a meal for Sean herself...

...

The next day.

When Sean woke up, it was already afternoon.

He wanted to thank that it was the weekend and there were no classes.

Otherwise, he might add an unsavory mark to his teaching career.

This might cause a minor mishap when he competes for the position of principal in the future.

Sean spent the entire afternoon brewing potions.

The office was filled with smoke, as if it were on fire.

He didn't finish his planned tasks until evening and tidied up the house again.

At that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Senior, it's me." A familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Please come in."

Tonks walked in wearing large black-rimmed glasses, an old-fashioned shirt, and brown trousers. Notably, her eyes had lost their usual liveliness.

Clearly, studying day and night was too much of a burden for her.

Not everyone has the same strong interest in learning as Hermione.

Even though Tonks' mind was a bit muddled, she didn't forget to thank her senior for taking the time out of his busy schedule to tutor her. So she immediately expressed her gratitude to Sean, "Senior, I'm very grateful for what you did for me."

"What's wrong?" Sean looked at Tonks with some confusion; this was the first time he had seen her so exhausted.

"Tutor me... Senior, have you forgotten?" Tonks' voice trembled slightly.

Fortunately, if Senior Phillips really forgot about it, she could go back and get some sleep.

She was so tired and wanted to sleep.

Sean was taken aback; he had indeed been sleeping soundly and had forgotten about it. But thankfully, he reacted quickly. "How could that be? I'll definitely teach you a 'good' lesson."

"Wait a minute, senior, I'm going to get my book," Tonks said, turning to go back to her office to get it. Sean stopped her, looking at her seriously, and said, "Books can't teach you everything. Some knowledge can only be gained through practice and experience."

"Sometimes you seem to forget that, Miss Tonks." Sean emphasized this sentence, even replacing "junior" with "Miss Tonks."

This made Tonks feel a little uncomfortable.

She felt that Sean's tone was a bit like... Snape?

The following words further solidified her belief in herself.

"Tutoring will be done my way. First rule: don't bring books here." Sean said this with a slight frown, his sharp gaze fixed on Tonks, his voice revealing an undeniable firmness.

Tonks nodded blankly.

Her eyes were still somewhat vacant, clearly still trying to process Sean's words.

Sean then crossed his arms and placed them on the desk: "Now it's time to talk about your future, Miss Tonks."

When Tonks heard Sean mention the future, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. She bit her lower lip, as if trying to think of how to answer.

"Didn't we talk about this yesterday?" she asked tentatively, her tone tinged with uncertainty.

Sean gently shook his head, interrupting her: "I'm adding another rule: don't talk back to me."

Please remember.

The person sitting here now is not the ordinary Sean, but "Sean the Education Expert".

From the very first sentence that brought the conversation to a close, Sean seized the initiative.

He is now in a superior position, controlling the pace of the conversation.

The quickest way to get subordinates to obey superiors is to get them to start contradicting them.

Clearly, Sean's "special" educational lesson is slowly taking effect.

A look of surprise flashed across Tonks' face. She seemed to want to explain, but seeing Sean's serious and determined eyes, she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

"But...but..." she stammered, clearly at a loss.

"What did I just say?" Sean emphasized his rules again.

Tonks lowered his head and said weakly, "I'm...I'm sorry."

"I can teach you, but first you need to have a certain understanding of magic. Through additional tutoring and practice, you can effectively improve your magical skills, which requires the cooperation of emotions." Sean paused and continued, "The necessary emotions include love and hate, pain and pleasure."

All of the above is Sean's fabrication; he needs to approach it from an emotional perspective to successfully educate Tonks.

However, while these claims are fabricated, they are not entirely accurate either, as there is some basis to them.

Many magical techniques require the application of emotions.

For example, the Guardian Charm requires happiness as the source of its power.

However, many contemporary wizards do not believe that emotions can significantly alter the power of spells; they place more faith in the accumulation of their own magical power.

This is like telling a player who plays Daji in King of Glory that when you press the ultimate skill with full emotion, the former deals more damage than when you press it with no emotion at all.

(To reiterate, the concept of magic power equals mana (mana value), and is a secondary interpretation. All usage of spells (magic) is based on the premise that there is mana.)

Of course, others wouldn't believe it.

"Others" here naturally includes Tonks.

She seemed very confused by Sean's words: "I've never heard of such a thing..."

"That's why I said you're still a newbie. You still have so much to learn about magic," Sean said casually, his tone laced with disdain.

"Professor, I'm not a newbie." Faced with the pressure that Sean was constantly exerting, Tonks mustered up his courage and said.

Even she herself didn't notice that she had changed her way of addressing Sean from "senior" to "professor" at some point.

"Enough! You were the one who came to me for help, and now look what happened." Sean's voice was filled with disappointment and anger. He slammed his hand on the table, as if to unleash all his frustration.

Yes, you're right.

This is a complete distortion of the truth—he was the one who offered to coach Tonks on his dueling skills, but here he deliberately portrays it as Tonks seeking his help.

Sean's intentions are self-evident.

At that moment, the entire room fell silent.

Tonks was so frightened that he was at a loss for what to do, and his drowsiness vanished instantly.

This was the first time she had ever seen Sean angry, and she felt both terrified and remorseful.

"Let me see your panties..."